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OOHOHOHO a mafia’s son whumpee who nearly got assassinated and a bodyguard caretaker. and it turnes into 4 parts, I lied. HERE YA GO “

Attempt at the Heritor

Part 1  |  Part 2  |  Part 3  | Part 4

Is it too early to post a full 3-part whump series generated by this bot? PROBABLY YES BUT THAT DIDN’T STOP THE BOT AND IT WONT STOP ME EITHER. WHUMP-AI SERIES INCOMING

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Attempt at the Heritor 4

[Yes, All of this story is written by ChatGPT I trained, that is the point of the blog. No, I didn’t deliberately feed the AI with stolen whumps from tumblr, I use my own materials. But it still use OpenAI’s language model with all the ethical implications.]

Contains: Nameless Characters | Heir to Mob Boss Whumpee & Stoic Bodyguard Caretaker  | Assassination Attempt | Hurt/Comfort | Hospital | Really Corny Mafia Tropes | Referenced Murder | Familial  Trauma | Angst

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"You get one more chance, Caretaker. I'm leaving Whumpee with you, once again, until they wake up." Their employer's words echoed in the empty executive lounge as Caretaker finished their incident report to the Don himself. The weight of responsibility bore down on them heavily. They had failed once, and now they had been entrusted with Whumpee's safety once more. The Don's trust in them was both reassuring and daunting.

Teammate One's shoulder slumped when all traces of The Don were gone, and they proceeded to offer Caretaker a congratulatory pat on the back. "Barely administrative penalty?!--From the Bloodthirsty DON? You got off lightly this time, boss!" they said with a smirk. But Caretaker's response was muted, and despite the relief of their team's safety, they couldn't shake off the guilt that gnawed at them.

The memory of securing the room for the family meeting between the medical team, The Don, and the extended syndicate members resurfaced. Caretaker's relief when the doctor confirmed that they managed to pump Whumpee's stomach and mitigate the poisoning, that Whumpee had pulled through the critical period, was immense. It was the first positive news they had heard about Whumpee in days, as all other hospital staff had been so afraid they even refused to talk about Whumpee openly. Yet, The Don's immediate concern about any lasting disabilities or difficulties on Whumpee's part left Caretaker seething with anger. How could The Don be so callous and unfeeling towards Whumpee, his own son, who had fought so hard to survive the murder attempt? Caretaker's frustration grew, knowing that Whumpee deserved more care and attention from their father. Whumpee was not just a mere heir; they were a precious life, a beloved son fighting for survival. And they're starting to wonder if this has been Whumpee's entire life.

But they couldn't let The Don's attitude deter them. Their focus was on Whumpee, on protecting them and ensuring their safety. "Teammate," Caretaker addressed Teammate One, "I'm leaving perimeter security to you again this week. Take over."

Teammate One protested, feeling the weight of the responsibility again after Caretaker let them drown in flood the incident reports they needed to make. Caretaker playfully retorted, stating that the Don still left them with the authority to delegate. But Caretaker had their reasons. They had to be by Whumpee's side, to protect them, and to make sure they never left them alone again. Despite the frustrations with the Don, Caretaker knew that they still had a crucial role to play in Whumpee's life.

Deep down, they couldn't ignore the fact that The Don still trusted them with Whumpee's safety despite their previous failure. The father's callousness regarding Whumpee's near-death experience, and the fact that the Don still trusted a huge mess of a bodyguard like themselves with their son, was further proof of how uncaring he was. Caretaker could only come up with that as an explanation.

Heading to Whumpee's room, Caretaker nodded to the guard stationed outside. They walked into the hospital suite, greeted by the sight of Whumpee lying in their bed, still unconscious, battling the aftereffects of the poison. The only good thing that came out of the boss' apathy was the fact that Caretaker was still free to visit Whumpee anytime.

The hospital suite was furnished, but it was still too vast and empty, making Whumpee seem small and vulnerable in their fitful sleep. The Don's absence was evident—the sofa set next to Whumpee's bed remained untouched. In their massive web of a family, the only thing keeping Whumpee company in such a huge room were a long lineup of machines pumping medicine into their IV line. And Caretaker, too. Caretaker had been the only one to stay by Whumpee's side during these challenging days.

Taking Whumpee's hand in their own, Caretaker sat down beside the bed. They gazed at the Heir, their heart filled with a mix of emotions—love, sorrow, and determination. Whumpee's breathing was faint, laborious under the intubation, and their forehead glistened with sweat from the ongoing fever. Caretaker couldn't protect them from the fever dreams, but they could dutifully dab Whumpee's head with a tissue. It was all they could do. In the midst of the uncertainty, Caretaker remembered Whumpee's words, before the attempt on their life. "Don't leave me."

Whispering softly, Caretaker leaned closer to Whumpee, their voice filled with sincerity and determination. "I'm so sorry, Whumpee. I promise I'll never leave your side again. I'll protect you with my life." The words carried the weight of their emotions, the resolve to be the guardian that Whumpee needed. And this time, they won't fail again. Ever.

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Attempt at the Heritor 3

[Yes, All of this story is written by ChatGPT I trained, that is the point of the blog. No, I didn’t deliberately feed the AI with stolen whumps from tumblr, I use my own materials. But it still use OpenAI’s language model with all the ethical implications.]

Contains: Nameless Characters | Heir to Mob Boss Whumpee & Stoic Bodyguard Caretaker  | Assassination Attempt | Gore | Blood & Coughing up blood| Really Corny Mafia Tropes | Referenced Murder | Familial  Trauma | Angst | Hospital

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As the convoy of cars raced through the city, guarding and encircling the ambulance with sirens blaring, Caretaker's mind was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Teammate One had taken control, issuing orders over the intercom, but Caretaker barely registered their voice in the middle of the drive. Alone in the car, all they could think about was Whumpee—Whumpee's distant and pain-filled eyes, staring back at them from the ambulance. The image haunted them, a constant reminder of their own helplessness.

They couldn't shake the memory of Whumpee spasming under the suctioning tube as the medic team worked tirelessly to stabilize them.And when the tense moment broke, and Whumpee finally drew a deep breath, the collective sigh of relief echoed in the ambulance, but not in Caretaker's heart. The ambulance rushed forward, its door shutting on Caretaker's face, leaving them with a searing pang of guilt and anxiety. Whumpee's life was hanging in the balance, and they couldn't help but feel responsible for every precious second.

Suddenly, a beep on the intercom snapped Caretaker back to reality. Teammate One's voice sounded again, but now they were speaking only to Caretaker, the confusion and anger evident in their tone. "Hey boss... uh, what gives?? You were a mess back there. You know you're endangering the rest of us if The Don found out how badly we messed up, right?"

Caretaker knew they had messed up—defying orders and disrupting the medical team's efforts to save Whumpee. They couldn't believe they had acted so recklessly. "I don't know... I wasn't myself. But I take responsibility, Teammate One. It was my fault. The heir—Whumpee was..." Caretaker's voice trailed off, their fear and guilt consuming them.

Teammate One's voice softened, recognizing Caretaker's distress. "Whoa—yeah, okay, okay, let's not go through another hysterics right now. What happened in the park stays between us and the boys. Just... be back to yourself again quick? We need you, boss."

But the berating voice in Caretaker's head wouldn't let them off the hook so easily. They blamed themselves for not staying vigilant, for failing to protect Whumpee. Their emotions were getting in the way, and they knew it.

By the time the convoy arrived at the hospital, Caretaker caught only a fleeting glimpse of Whumpee as they were whisked away inside, surrounded by a flurry of panicking medical staff. The separation was agonizing, but Caretaker had to put their emotions aside and focus on their duty this time. They had to coordinate a security plan for the hospital, anticipate The Don and the family's inevitable visit, and secure the premises. It was an overwhelming logistical nightmare, made all the more painful by the fact that Caretaker couldn't even know if Whumpee would emerge from the emergency room alive.

The security and medic staff was likely just as panicked as Caretaker themselves. After all, Whumpee was the last remaining heir of The Don. But the syndicate and The Don could go to the crows. The only thing Caretaker could think about was the horror Whumpee went through. They understood Whumpee’s desperate reaching for their hands back there. Could Caretaker even imagine how it feels? Knowing they were about to die in the same way their beloved brother had, just days after the late heir’s remembrance day? Whumpee didn't want to go the same way. They didn't want to be alone in their last moment like he was. The thought tore at Caretaker's heart, and they felt a mix of anger and sorrow at the cruelty of fate.

In the depths of their heart, Caretaker realized that their emotions and  bond with Whumpee were actively endangering them. It was a painful  truth to confront, knowing that in the end, they had failed both their  responsibility and Whumpee. They couldn't bear the thought that they had left Whumpee during their most desperate moment and witnessing their  struggle, all the while still unintentionally interfering with the efforts to  save them. The weight of these failures made it the first time they  truly hated their job.  

As they finalized the security arrangements, Caretaker made a solemn vow to themselves. They would be the unyielding guardian, the stoic protector, ensuring Whumpee's safety from afar. But as they stood alone in the hospital corridors, a flicker of vulnerability crossed their face—the weight of their emotions and the uncertainty of the future weighed heavily on their shoulders.

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Attempt at the Heritor 2

[Yes, All of this story is written by ChatGPT I trained, that is the point of the blog. No, I didn’t deliberately feed the AI with stolen whumps from tumblr, I use my own materials. But it still use OpenAI’s language model with all the ethical implications.]

Contains: Nameless Characters | Heir to Mob Boss Whumpee & Stoic Bodyguard Caretaker  | Assassination Attempt | Gore | Blood & Coughing up blood| Really Corny Mafia Tropes | Referenced Murder | Familial  Trauma | Angst

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""HERE!" Caretaker's voice tore through the chaos, urgently directing the approaching sirens towards Whumpee's fragile form in their arms. The ambulance was ready to rush Whumpee to the hospital, and Caretaker knew there was no time to waste.

"I can't... I can't just stand here and watch!" Caretaker's voice cracked with emotion, the tears threatening to spill from their eyes. But they had to be strong. They had to be the one in control,   to be the leader their training demanded as the security team hurried out of the distant post. where they had been watching. Gently laying Whumpee back on the stretcher, Caretaker pleaded, "Hold on, Whumpee. Please, just hold on,"

But no amount of training can prepare Caretaker for what happened next. In an unexpected moment, Whumpee weakly reached out for Caretaker's  hand, their eyes filled with pain and distant fear. Caretaker's heart  clenched, and they instinctively grasped Whumpee's hand, providing what  little comfort they could. They hurriedly grasped Whumpee's hand, providing what little comfort they could. Whumpee's frail form felt so fragile in their arms, and a surge of panic and desperation washed over Caretaker. They suddenly realized Whumpee's life was slipping away, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

But duty called, and Caretaker had to balance their emotions with their training. They had to lead and coordinate the incoming security team to ensure that the medic, EMT, and Whumpee were guarded. Glancing at Whumpee's bloodied face, Caretaker couldn't decipher  the emotions behind their pained expression as they reluctantly pried  Whumpee's fingers away, then rushed to secure the perimeter.  

"Take positions! Guard the medic and Whumpee, the assassins can still be nearby!" Caretaker took out their weapon and promptly shouted to their subordinates, directing them to take positions and secure the area. They kept thinking that it was all for Whumpee's sake, and they couldn't afford any lapses in security.

But Caretaker couldn't understand the overwhelming pain in their chest. Not even in the most harrowing and life-threatening of situations had the weight of their duty felt so much like a suffocating burden. The gun they were holding trembled in their hands. And as they made a mistake, glancing toward their back, their eyes drifted back to Whumpee lying on the stretcher.

That was when their eyes met Whumpee's for a fleeting moment. Pain and desperation  filled those eyes, and then came the horror of watching more blood spurt  out, splattering the oxygen mask covering Whumpee's face as they spasmed again. Whumpee's  eyes rolled back in agony, and they went limp, surrounded by frantic  hands trying to save them.

"No--No! Whumpee! Hold on! Not like this!" Caretaker's voice cracked, and they instinctively ran back, desperately trying to provide aid and comfort to the one person they had grown so close to.  The tears finally escaped as they cradled Whumpee's pale face in their hands, praying for a miracle, only for the EMTs to violently shove them away.

"Guard! Get back to your post!" The medic's urgent shout sliced through the chaotic scene, snapping Caretaker back to their duty. With tears still in their eyes, they hesitated for a few heart-wrenching moments, torn between staying by Whumpee's side and obeying the command. Behind the medic's back, they watched as Whumpee's mask was removed, and a tube slid down their throat to suction away the blood. The sound that followed was harrowing, echoing in Caretaker's ears like a painful symphony of suffering.

Every fiber of Caretaker's being screamed to stay, to hold Whumpee's hand, and to be there for them in their darkest moments. But they knew they couldn't falter. They couldn't afford to lose focus, not when Whumpee's life was hanging by a thread. The images of Whumpee's pained expression haunted them—the desperate look in their eyes when Caretaker had to pry their hands away, the moment of rejection etched into what could be their last memory on earth.   For the first time in their career, Caretaker shook their head, defying orders.  

"I can't just leave them like this!" Caretaker's voice trembled with emotion, their gaze never leaving Whumpee's struggling form. "I won't leave them alone when they need me the most. TeammateOne will take charge!"

"What?!" Teammate One peeked from the place they had stood on guard, their eyes widened in surprise—a dedicated,  by-the-book agent, now standing resolute, refusing to leave Whumpee's  side.

The medic looked torn, understanding the gravity of the situation, but they had too many concerns to take care of. They cant afford to argue among themselves when The Don’s son has stopped fucking breathing underneath their hands. "Fine! But stand there and don't get in our way!" the medic grumbled, their focus returning to Whumpee's critical condition.

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Attempt at the Heritor 1

[Yes, All of this story is written by ChatGPT I trained, that is the point of the blog. No, I didn’t deliberately feed the AI with stolen whumps from tumblr, I use my own materials. But it still use OpenAI’s language model with all the ethical implications.]

Contains: Nameless Characters | Heir to Mob Boss Whumpee & Stoic Bodyguard Caretaker  | Assassination Attempt | Gore | Blood | Really Corny Mafia Tropes | Referenced Murder | Familial  Trauma | Angst

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Whumpee strolled down the bustling city streets, gradually adapting to their new daily life shadowed by their stoic bodyguard, Caretaker. The transition had been challenging, having someone constantly by their side, but Whumpee understood the necessity. As an heir to a powerful crime syndicate family, danger loomed, and Caretaker's presence was meant to keep them safe.

Despite the initial awkwardness and reluctance, Whumpee had managed to make some progress in befriending Caretaker. It was a lonely existence when everyone in the city feared their family's name, and having a companion, even one as stern as Caretaker, provided some comfort.

On this particular day, Whumpee decided to surprise Caretaker with a small gesture of appreciation. They bought two drinks from a nearby café and walked over to where Caretaker was standing, ever watchful. "Hey, I got us something," Whumpee said with a small smile, holding out one of the drinks.

Caretaker looked surprised but quickly regained their composure. "You shouldn't have gone off on your own without telling me," they admonished, but their voice softened slightly.

Whumpee shrugged. "It's just a café nearby. I'll be fine. Besides, we could use a little break."

“Please si-- Whumpee, you know I don’t drink on the job.” Caretaker hesitated for a moment before accepting the cup, almost forgetting that Whumpee had been insisting to never call themselves sir.

"That is not what drinking on the Job means, Caretaker."

"Still," Caretaker replied, They didn't dare take a sip, always on guard even during seemingly peaceful moments. They were careful to protect Whumpee at all costs, and sometimes that meant not fully embracing the moments of respite.

“Fine then, at least hold them for me, we need to bring them to where we’re going,” Whumpee said as they continued. They took a seat in a nearby park, appearing a bit distant. Caretaker sensed something troubling them. "Where exactly?" Caretaker asked gently.

"To.. to my brother’s cemetery. It was his favorite drink, I'm leaving some for him." Whumpee admitted, a hint of sadness in their eyes.

“Oh,” Caretaker was taken aback, that explains the suit. They tried to be more sensitive every time Whumpee’s brother came up. They knew their presence was a constant painful reminder for Whumpee--that his brother was killed. That's why they were assigned this job after all. “Is there something you didn’t manage to say when we went there yesterday, on the anniversary?”

“Is there anything that I managed to say? The whole family was there. I couldn’t get any alone time with him.“ Whumpee sighed and took a frustrated sip. "He was the only family I had left, I mean--and my father, but you know him. And now... it's just me."

Caretaker felt a pang of sympathy for Whumpee. They struggled with the right words to offer condolences, but Whumpee turned and stared at them. “Promise me you’d never leave--” The heir’s voice was caught in a sudden cough.

“Whumpee?”

With a wheeze, suddenly, Whumpee started coughing violently. And then gargling. Caretaker's eyes widened in horror as they saw blood spilling from Whumpee's mouth.

Fear and panic rushed through Caretaker as they realized what had happened. Caretaker quickly pushed away Whumpee’s cup as Whumpee slumped over onto their chest. The drink Whumpee had bought for them was unmarked, and Whumpee hadn't even told them which café it was. Caretaker didn't even consider the possibility of poison. They cursed over their own carelessness.

As Whumpee coughed violently, blood sprayed from their mouth, staining their lips and the front of their clothes with crimson. Panic surged through Caretaker's veins like wildfire, their heart pounding in their chest. It was a horrifying sight, and the helplessness washed over them like a tidal wave.

"Sir! Stay with me!" Caretaker's old habit easily came back as they cradled Whumpee's head gently, trying to keep them upright and ease their breathing. But with each hacking cough, more blood seeped through Whumpee's fingers as they tried to cover their mouth.

Caretaker's eyes darted around, searching for anyone responsible for this attack, but the park seemed oblivious to the unfolding horror. They clung to their composure, knowing that panic would only make matters worse. But inside, they were unraveling, their mind racing with questions and blame.

The guilt gnawed at Caretaker's conscience as they wondered if they could have prevented this. But they knew they had to focus on the immediate danger. They frantically dialed the phone and proceed to scream for Whumpee’s established code name. “Black dove is down! I need an ambulance at St. Reyneid’s Park! You hear me?! Black dove is down!”

They scooped and positioned Whumpee on the ground, trying to make them as comfortable as possible. Whumpee's coughing fit only grew worse, and Caretaker felt helpless as they held their struggling charge. Panic consumed them as they continued speaking into the phone, desperately trying to get an ambulance to their location as quickly as possible.

"It's going to be okay, Whumpee," Caretaker tried to reassure them, their voice trembling with fear. They couldn't lose Whumpee, not after all they had been through together. The thought of failing to protect the one person they had grown so close to was unbearable.

In those agonizing moments, Caretaker couldn't help but think about all the progress they had made in befriending Whumpee. The loneliness and isolation that Whumpee had felt, the burden of being the reluctant heir to a dangerous family, had eased in the presence of Caretaker. They had become more than just a bodyguard; they were a confidante, someone Whumpee could trust. But now, Caretaker was left with a haunting realization. No matter how close they had become, they couldn't protect Whumpee from the shadows that followed them, from the dangers that lurked in the darkness.

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Is it too early to post a full 3-part whump series generated by this bot? PROBABLY YES BUT THAT DIDN’T STOP THE BOT AND IT WONT STOP ME EITHER. WHUMP-AI SERIES INCOMING

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OOPS NEVERMIND WE GOT A PULSE BACK DOC, I’M ALIVE

Yes I have noticed that ChatGPT is down, and I don’t know if all my whump chat board that I develop for this experiment will still be there after the outage.

Dire consequences for this blog, obviously.

W I L L I S U R V I V E ?

We’ll have to see! Even though I barely interact with the few follower I got, it was good knowing you guys and the fact that you took the time to reblog my generated whumps! This was, is, a fun experiment that I dearly wish to be able to continue.

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Yes I have noticed that ChatGPT is down, and I don’t know if all my whump chat board that I develop for this experiment will still be there after the outage.

Dire consequences for this blog, obviously.

W I L L I S U R V I V E ?

We’ll have to see! Even though I barely interact with the few follower I got, it was good knowing you guys and the fact that you took the time to reblog my generated whumps! This was, is, a fun experiment that I dearly wish to be able to continue.

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Hello fellow whump lover, give me your best sedation prompts. That stuff gives me all the whumperflies and it’s so darn rare

ooh sedation, love that shit

- there’s the classic ‘injected with a sedative’ trope, of course: the whumper sneaks up behind the whumpee and grabs them tightly, holding them still and jabbing the needle into their neck, hefting them over their shoulder or dragging them off once they stop struggling and slump over, unconscious

- the equally-classsic chloroform rag, much like the above except the now whumpee has no way to make any noise with the whumper’s hand and the strong-smelling rag clamped over their mouth as the smell hits them and their eyes roll back into their head

- laced food or drink, which is particularly fun in a situation where the whumpee knows the whumper to some degree and agreed to meet with them for dinner, believing them to be harmless, but ends up with their face in their food completely knocked out as the whumper smiles, maybe even finishing their meal before bothering to do anything about the unconscious whumpee drooling all over their table

- knock-out gas pumped into a room by the whumper, who watches on a video feed, through a window or two-way mirror, or even from inside the room while wearing a gas mask, laughing at and taunting the whumpee as they hold their breath for as long as they can; but of course, they have to breathe eventually, and they end up succumbing to the fumes just as the whumper knew they would

- psychic sedation by a whumper with telepathic abilities, who can worm their way past whatever mental defenses the whumpee might have - ranging from pale and feeble in a whumpee with no mental training or who is already weakened, or strong but not strong enough in a whumpee who spends their last moments of awareness terrified because their shields have never been broken like this before - and command the whumpee to sleep, forcing their eyes to shut and their body to go limp and pliant, leaving them entirely at the mercy of the whumper (and don’t forget about hypnotic or magical sedation, which can be very similar!)

hope you like these, friend! sedation is a great whump trope for sure!

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WhumpAI Prompt #15

Content : Forced Comfort | Drowning(Forced) | Implied drugging | Bath tub | Captivity

Whumpee sat frozen in the bathtub, their body tense and naked, clutching their trembling knee. The realization of Whumper's ability to forcibly strip them and the fear of their presence outside the tub sent chills down Whumpee's spine. Whumper hummed cheerful tunes while leisurely rubbing shower gel onto a sponge, occasionally directing a gentle stream of water from the showerhead to their own body, and rubbing shampoo into their hair.

The massage on their scalp was oddly soothing, but Whumpee’s wariness only grew; they had learned that letting Whumper's hands come near their head, or anyone's for that matter, was a bad idea. "Does the water still sting the wound?" Whumper inquired, snapping Whumpee out of their thoughts.

Shaking their head, Whumpee hoped to end the conversation quickly. But before they knew it, Whumper's hand grabbed their foamy hair and yanked it backward, causing them to strain to stay upright in the water. Fear surged through Whumpee, but they suppressed the urge to panic or thrash around, remembering the warnings they had received. "Whumpee, that's not how we answer people in this house," Whumper remarked, their voice laced with a chilling reprimand.

Struggling to calm their fearful panting, Whumpee swallowed hard and replied, "No, sir, it doesn't hurt the wound." They held onto the edges of the tub tightly after their head was released, nearly slipping beneath the water's surface due to the sudden movement. Whumper continued the head massage, their touch oddly soothing. "Well, it's your first bath here, I guess the cut healed" Whumper said, their voice surprisingly gentle. "And Whumpee?"

"Yes, sir?" Whumpee replied, their voice filled with trepidation.

"You spat out the drug, didn't you?" Whumper's question hit Whumpee like a punch to the gut.

Whumpee's eyes widened in horror, the truth hanging heavy in the air. "You're way too jumpy. There's no way you'd have the strength to hold yourself like that. And you made my clothes all wet," Whumper remarked, a hint of annoyance in their voice.

Whumpee turned, their mouth forming the beginning of an apology, but before they could utter a word, everything blurred, and the soapy water burned their eyes. Whumpee found their face forced underwater, held down by their own hair. They thrashed, desperately trying to pry away their captor's hand, but they were too strong. Panic washed over them, registering the situation as their chest started to burn and water entered, further burning their nostrils. Whumper shifted to stand up from where they sat, using their body weight to hold the head under the bathtub, staring in rage and ignoring the splashes of water that now spread all over the room, including their shirt.

Whumpee felt another pain as their hair was yanked up, forcefully emerging their head to the surface. Finally, air. Precious air. They gasped and choked, coughing up bitter water from their throat that didn't seem to end.

Whumper's face loomed in, too close for comfort. "Hmmm. But that was a pretty weak resistance, even for you. Wait, let me just—"

"Wait! No—" Whumpee entered the water again with a splash, mid-coughing, now inhaling more water than before. They couldn't find the energy to thrash again; all of their muscles were cramping, and everything was heavy. Then came the calm, amidst the panic, a millisecond of warmth as they felt the water envelop them. Somehow, the water felt almost peaceful, neutral, constant, especially compared to the unpredictability their captor had been showing these last few days. The idea of releasing their grasp and giving in to unconsciousness tugged at them.

Then their chest pounded, and fear surged again, but now Whumpee couldn't remember anything besides the fear. They just knew their throat and nose were burning, and they didn't like it, and everything was fading to dark.

The next thing they heard was the urgent and demanding voice of Whumper. "Whumpee! D-- -ou -ake -ugs--" and they snapped back, their head held above water by a forceful hand, pulling it to the side of the tub. Whumper's slap prompted another nauseating cough. "Answer me! Did you take the drug after all?"

Whumpee's terrified face struggled to form words, gasping for air, their mind fractured, and their neck almost hurt too much to nod. Whumper squinted, clearly skeptical of their response. "Are you lying?" they questioned, bringing Whumpee's head dangerously close to the edge of the water. Whumpee shook their head vigorously as their chin touched the surface.

"Oh. Okay. I'll go grab some dry towels," Whumper non-challantly announced, shaking off their finger from Whumpee's hair, making their captive's torso slipped into the bathtub. Whumpee thrashed again and propped themselves up with trembling hands, finding the room empty when they emerged, steps of Whumper fading outside the door. Again, Whumpee hyperventilated, swallowed, and gasped again, holding their aching chest and throat. Then choking coughs turned into sobs.

Choking back tears and hugging their arms to fend off the cold, Whumpee would soon be terrified of baths.

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WhumpAI Prompt #14

Content : Drowning | Alcohol Intoxication | Alcohol Poisoning | Unconsciousness

Everyone laughed and raised their glasses, toasting to a successful performance and celebrating their victory. The team's camaraderie filled the air as they shared stories and jokes. Caretaker noticed Whumpee's hesitation when offered a drink, but one of their teammates playfully insisted, considering the occasion. They keep watch when Whumpee reluctantly took the drink and sipped it cautiously. However, Leader’s own intoxication grew, temporarily overshadowing their worries. Laughter filled the air, and even the usually stoic Whumpee found themselves caught up in the merriment, much to Leader’s surprise.

As the night grew late, the effects of the alcohol became more pronounced. Whumpee's steps became unsteady. Leader observed their condition with growing concern, knowing how unusual it was for Whumpee to drink. "Whumpee, maybe it's time to call it a night. You've had enough," They suggested.

“What, Leader." Whumpee chuckled while pinching their shirt. “You worried you’re gonna spill more drinks on me?” They both laughed, but Leader couldn’t help but notice that their speech was slightly slurred. They gaze back with bleary eyes, attempting a smile. "Yeah, it's cold. I'll head back to my room and change."

“I’ll go with you," Leader said, but the room booed in response. “Oh, come on, Caretaker, you’re the reason we’re having this celebration!" and other protests followed.

Whumpee waved them off, lazily dismissing the concern. "You’ll make the whole team cry. I'll be fine, Leader. Just need to freshen up," they replied, their words muddled. Leader reluctantly let them go, their eyes following Whumpee's unsteady steps.

By the time Whumpee reached their room, they were staggering, struggling to maintain their balance. They stumbled their way to the bed, their mind clouded by intoxication. They could barely recall why they had come to the room in the first place. However, the sight of their stained shirt prompted them to make a decision – a bath would wash away the alcohol and the spilled drink.

The warm water embraced Whumpee as they drape into the bathtub. Fatigue and nausea washed over them, mingling with the alcohol-induced drowsiness. Their eyelids grew heavy, and the last coherent thought that crossed their mind was the guilt they saw on Leader's face when they spilled the a drink on them. They promised themselves that they would reassure them later.

Meanwhile, Leader, now more sober and worried, decided to ignore the other’s protests and returned to the room, the music and revelries fading into the silence of the hotel corridor. Their heart pounded in their chest as they approached Whumpee's room, and a sense of unease crept over them when they found the door ajar, swaying gently in the breeze.

“Whumpee?" They pushed the door open and stepped inside, their eyes scanning the room. The steam-filled bathroom caught their attention, and a sinking feeling settled within them. They knocked on the bathroom door, their voice filled with concern. "Whumpee, you forgot to lock the room. Are you okay?" No response came, and a cold shiver ran down Leader's spine. With trembling hands, they pushed the bathroom door open, revealing a sight that would forever haunt their nightmares.

Whumpee lay submerged in the water, their body still, and their face deathly pale.

Shock and disbelief washed over Caretaker, their mind struggling to comprehend the horrifying scene before them. For a fleeting moment, they questioned if their eyes were playing tricks on them or if this was some twisted joke. But as reality sank in, their disbelief transformed into sheer terror.

Leader’s frantic movements sent waves of bathwater splashing throughout the room as they yanked Whumpee’s torso out of the warm water, their trembling arm tapping their cheek. “Whumpee! Whumpee, answer me!” But Whumpee’s head lay limp on their arm, unresponsive. Leader’s breath came out in ragged gasps, their heart racing as they quickly submerged their own shoulder to grab Whumpee’s knees and dragged them over the tub’s edge.

Horror washed over Leader as they laid Whumpee on the bathroom floor, their trembling hands desperately searching for any signs of life. Whumpee’s chest remained still, and their face was deathly pale

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WhumpAI Prompt #13

Content : Drowning | Captivity | Rescue | Claustrophobia

Whumpee's entire body ached as they hit the wall of the well, the impact resonating through their bones. They gasped for breath as they emerged in the water, looking up to see Whumper's cruel face taunting them from above. "You stay there, whumpee!" Whumper sneered. "And we'll see how fast your oh so smart friend can solve my puzzles, yeah?" Whumpee cursed at them, but Whumper was already gone, leaving them trapped in the well.

Panic surged through them as they desperately tried to find a foothold, but the surface was too slippery to grip. There was nothing to hold onto, Whumpee screamed for help until their throat was raw, but the only reply was the eerie echo of their own voice. Even as the circular sky above their had grew dark,  as they can barely manage to stay afloar any longer.

Suddenly, like a lifeline from the heavens, Caretaker's voice echoed in the distance. Whumpee's heart skipped a beat, and they screamed wit hthe last of their waning strength, "I’m here!" The voice grew louder, calling their name, and soon a blinding torchlight pierced the darkness, making it hard for Whumpee to see. But they knew it was Caretaker and their friends staring down at them from above.

They quickly prepared the climbing gear they had brought, and Caretaker kept peeking into the well, encouraging Whumpee to hold on. But Whumpee was too tired, their energy depleted. The sounds from above grew distant, and they couldn't even find the strength to cry anymore. Panic set in as water started to cover their face, but exhaustion pulled them under.

"Caretake--" Whumpee's faint call reached Caretaker just as they were being lowered into the well. Horror washed over Caretaker as they saw Whumpee's face them disappear. "Quickly! Hurry! Whumpee went under!" they urgently shouted.

They splash into the water, eye darting around the darkness in panic as they scrambled in  the dark water, their hand stumbling upon Whumpee's submerged body. With  a surge of desperation, they pulled Whumpee's limp form to their chest,  holding them tightly. Caretaker's heart pounded in their chest as they  prayed for a sign of life. And then, with a gasp, Whumpee coughed, water  spilling from their mouth.

Ease flooded through Caretaker's veins,  and they couldn't help but let out a triumphant cry. "They're  breathing!" Caretaker shouted to their friends, who watched from above in horror. "They're breathing..."  Caretaker  repeated to themselves in a grateful sigh, smiling as they pressed their  forehead to Whumpee's.

Soon after, thry could feel the weight of Whumpee's head hanging heavily on  their shoulder as they caught their breath, clinging onto Caretaker as  if they couldn't swim any longer, failing to notice their rescuer’s hands hurriedly searching over Whumpee's body, securing the rope here and there, ensuring their  safety for the ascent. "You're okay, Whumpee. You did well. Just hold on  a little longer, okay?" Whumpee, still gasping for precious air,  managed to weakly nod against Caretaker's shoulder. "I've got the harnesses attached! Pull now!”

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WhumpAI Prompt #12

Content : Drowning | Head Injury | Hurt/Aftermath

The chaos of battle had subsided, leaving Leader and their team panting but victorious on the boat. Their swift and skillful maneuvers had nearly taken out all of the enemies' faction. In a corner of the boat, Whumpee emerged, clutching their weight against their knee as they looked at Leader, their voice trembling with exhaustion and fear. "Is it over?" they asked, seeking reassurance.

Leader's gaze shifted from the defeated foes to meet Whumpee's eyes, but their expression was one of shock. "Look out!" they shouted, their warning coming too late. An enemy, cunningly hiding and playing dead, suddenly rose and swung a bat at Whumpee. The impact was brutal, causing Whumpee to stagger backward, teetering dangerously close to the boat's edge.

“Whumpee!" The cry was drowned out as Whumpee's body twisted in mid-air, a helpless cry escaping their lips as they plummeted overboard.

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Whumpee was unconscious for most of their rescue. The last thing they remember is getting slammed against the wall of their cell, the world dissolving into darkness with a horrible crack.

They feel hands on them, pushing hair from their face. Their eyes shoot open, but they can’t bring themselves to move—they’re far too startled by the stranger with soft eyes looking down at them.

“You’re okay, try to stay still.” They adjust Whumpee’s pillow for them—they couldn’t remember the last time they had a pillow—and lean back to give them space. “We got you out, you’re gonna be fine.”

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Whump AI Prompt #11

Content : Creepy/Intimate Whumper | Captivity | Drugging

"Sorry for the wait!" Whumper cheerfully returned to the room, revealing Whumpee's completely unconscious figure slumped on a chair. With a gleeful expression, Whumper knelt in front of their captive, opening boxes filled with luxury items. They delicately tilted Whumpee's chin and pried open one of their eyelids, holding a sparkling jeweled plate beside their temple. After a moment's contemplation, Whumper smiled and whispered proudly at their choice of collar, "I JUST know this is your color."

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WhumpAI Prompt #10

Content : Manipulative Whumper | Stalking | Implied Past Captivity

Horror raced through Whumpee's heart as their morning took a nightmarish turn, being greeted by the chilling sight of Whumper sitting casually at their desk, engrossed in what appeared to be a pleasant conversation with Whumpee's coworker. The urge to turn and run to security coursed through their mind, but their presence had already been noticed. "Oh, Whumpee! Your friend is here to deliver your house key," their friend cheerfully exclaimed, blissfully unaware of the terror carried by their words.

Whumper's fingers twirled an unfamiliar keychain before tossing it to Whumpee. The key they caught in the state of increasing agitation was adorned with a heart-shaped charm containing a photo of Whumpee. "Never leave ANY keys unattended in the socket, Whumpee, I learnt that the hard way," Whumper's veiled threats referencing a desperate escape they wish to forget only further locks them in shock. Whumper then shifted their attention to the coworker, wearing a charming smile. "I once nearly lost a beloved pet due to my own negligence, you see. I wish I had a friend to call and secure my house like this back then."

The coworker laughed, clearly captivated by Whumper's charismatic presence. Whumpee remained silent throughout the conversation, their desperate desire to scream and explain that they, in fact, hadn't left their own house key anywhere—stifled by the harsh reality that Whumper not only discovered all their hidden addresses under a fake name, but also possessed a duplicate key from god knows where, for god knows how long.

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Whump AI Prompt #9

Content : Creepy/Intimate Whumper | Adoring Whumper | Drugging | Past Non-Con(Implied) |

"Fuck you! Don't you dare come any closer, your stench makes me sick! I never loved you!" Whumpee spat out venomous insults, hoping to repel Creepy/Intimate Whumper's twisted affection and provoke a response that could offer a chance to escape. But Whumper merely advanced, syringe in hand, their adoring smile unwavering. Trapped against the wall, hurling broken pieces of glass at their captor, Whumpee hesitated before resorting to name-drop Whumper's enemies.

"And those sick things you did to me? Newsflash! Caretaker and I indulged in that regularly! Except it felt good!" Still, the smile remained, undisturbed, as Whumper deftly dodged each projectile with unsettling calmness. "Yeah, THAT Caretaker--No--NONONO, STAY BACK!"

Closing in with swift precision, Whumper seized Whumpee's writhing form and forcefully injected the drug into their trembling veins. Whumpee panicked and huddled, shielding their face, convinced that the audacity of their words would be met with excruciating reprisal. "Please! I'm sorry—I'm sorry—I'm sorry—that was a lie—I'm sorry—I'm sorry..." Their voice trailed off, growing weaker with every desperate plea.

"I know," came the chilling reply. Whumper cradled the now trembling and lethargic Whumpee, carrying them to a luxurious sofa. Unexpectedly, their touch turned tender as they gently wiped away the tears from Whumpee's battered face and lovingly combed their disheveled hair. "But it doesn't matter anyway, what you and that feral animal did together." Whumper said as they checked the wounds on Whumpee's hand holding all those sharp shards.

Whumpee's face, now serene and unblemished, breathing shallow and slow breaths, brought elation to Whumper, who pressed their cheek into the bloodied palm in glee. "A masterpiece like this isn't so easily tarnished, Whumpee."